Either the big guns will get you or I'll load up the trike with Talibanfan and pay you a visit.

Wednesday, 20 November 2013

On Tigers

One of the things that always confounds the idolathickery,
the fatfukkwittery, those of puerilephuckedwitz;
is the truth. Any charge for seeing your GP in UKplc means the removal of
general health care is in progress. The first step being the dullarding of the
GPs themselves. No one cares; because Xfarter and Getmethephukkoutahere are on the noneeye.
GESTAPO, NSA and STASI spying on you UKstylee are fukkus groups, CUTV and
nopinionpolling.

The default setting of all commerce is theft. Go on then;
what do you think gaining an MBA or accounting accreditation is all about? The
same fools would have signed up for their Commie or Nazi card in another
society. Card carrying automatons, always instrumented for the theft from
humanity. An economic system, remember that this is supposed to be the basis of
life, liberty and happiness, based on magik, our current model, is a global
fiction. So when one hears of profits/losses one can be sure that one inhabits,
not for long though, a closed system. A system of larceny. For how can theirs
be a profit or loss of no thing unless it is by a simple accounting card trick?
Anything placed within our Herd Attention Space for our consumption is poison.
Only those licensed or approved to be dependent on the funny money system can broadcast
within the ersatz HAS. The temporary Gulag, The transient slave camp. Before
the cull comes. After, these useful idiots will be lined up kneeling at the lip
of a lime bottomed trench, CHEKAstylee, and delivered of a special prescription
from the Lead Pill Pharmacy, NKVDstylee, base of the skull, STASIstylee. Or
starved deliberately Irish like, Bengal like,
EastIndiaCompanystylee. Tribute. Remember when Muscovy
handed “tribute” over to their conquerors? The Khans. A subject people
surrenders its wealth, gets harvested, with no benefit accruing to them. The
conqueror then performs great humanitarian work with the appropriated wealth.
This is a fundamental truth of life outside the HAS, bwahahahahaahaaa, great
enterrorises like pleasuredomes; erect. Been to a theme park recently? As your
wealth gets handed over to your masters through your taxation, a temporary
instrument remember when first mooted, via the stooges faking laws and statutes
in your legislatures. For those reading here not afflicted by fukkwittery you
will know where the Khans now recline on beds of dead Europeans. For those who
don’t get it, go fuck off.

For to keep a secret one must ensure that death, distraction
and destruction surround the event, system or idol. Or make sure that it does
not fall into the hands of the engineered dialectic enemee EMINEMstylee. That
is what the UKplc did with its ever so top secret operational jet aircraft in
the BIG ONE, 1913-1946. Don’t forget that UKplc banged up a witch during that
period as a national security threat, GOLDEN DAWN. So secrets are capital. No
doubt about it. Ergo when deployed, the combat jet was restricted to farting
around over global bankster controlled territory lest the secrets of a retarded
concept fall into enemy hands. Sensible? Oh yes. Just forget that should a top
secret, newly deployed, combat jet have crash landed on what remained of Sankt
Pauli, the ever so grateful recipients would have gleaned no aerodynamic or
propulsion secrets from an outdated system. Though the, hopefully safely
parachuted, pilot would have been able to splash out some Yankee cash with the
remaining hookers before getting Black Maria’d to Colditz.

Zoh, one stares at the utter phekkwittery that saw the
deployment of a secret weapon into a tactical dead end. Not once but twice. On
two separate occasions, thousands of miles apart. The common thread? The weapon
was deployed into international bankster controlled territory for pick up. How
else does a peacetime economy lose its first Tigers in Leningrad
and Tunisia?
There was something internationalbankster in OKW alrighty. Soon to have their
finest moment a little later during Bagration, the muppets.